Walking to the neighbours for coffee. A simple extravagance.

After playing phone tag with our new neighbours for a few days, Lauralea and I finally walked over to meet and have coffee with them tonight after dinner.

We were walking up the hill in the gently falling big flakes of snow and I was trying to identify a nostalgic feeling I was in the middle of. Then it came to me in a clear moment. It's been over two years since Lauralea and I have walked to somebody's house for coffee.

In the city we would often walk to visits or shopping or whatever. In The Field you need to drive pretty much everywhere, unless they are your neighbours and you can walk to their house. This was the first time since we moved here that we've walked to someones house.

And it was weirdly nostalgic, and made me smile from all the memories.

The icing on the cake was that the new neighbours seem to be pretty good people.

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I want to be known as a husband to Lauralea. A dad to my kids, papa to my grandchildren and just a guy who followed Jesus.
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